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My hand still rested on him, trapped between us for a moment while he showed me. I could feel the movement through both our grips. The intimacy of it did something complicated in my chest.

Then he let go and nodded downward. “Bend closer.”

I obeyed.

“Lick my balls.”

My face flamed, but the command reached me somewhere too low and direct to resist. I leaned in until the scent of him filled my nostrils, warm and male and musky. Then, feeling naughty and exposed and curious, I extended my tongue and licked.

A tiny sound left him.

“Again,” he said.

I did it again, slower this time. The texture was softer than I’d imagined. His scrotum tasted salty. The vulnerability of doing something so openly servile made my chest tighten.

“Good girl. More.”

While I licked him as instructed, he began stroking his shaft again in his own hand, more firmly now. I could hear the faint wet sound of it. The combination was overwhelming: my mouth on him, though not yet where I had expected; his hand teaching while using his own body as the lesson; my own body getting wetter and hotter with every second.

“Use your tongue properly,” he said. “Not little frightened pecks. Taste me.”

I obeyed, each repetition making me a little less jerky, a little more intent. It was humiliating to realize I wanted to do it well. Wanted his approval. Wanted the little changes in his breathing that told me my obedience mattered.

“That’s right,” he murmured. “You’re learning this very quickly.”

My heart jumped at the praise.

Then his hand moved to the back of my head. I let out a little whimper at the casualness of the dominant gesture. I knew what must happen next, what a naked girl on her knees must do.

“Open,” Porter said.

CHAPTER 13

Alex

I parted my lips at once, my heart pounding in my chest. I wondered how Porter’s patience could feel so much more dominant than Gowry’s brutality. My new sponsor’s cock rose less than an inch from my face, loosely enclosed in the huge, strong hand that had, over his knee, so decisively ensured my obedience.

With his right hand he held my head in place while with his left he guided the tip of his manhood to my mouth. “Just the head first,” he murmured. “No deeper for the moment. You’ll take me in and hold still, to show me you can be a good girl.”

The first contact made me tremble all over. The blunt warmth pressed against my lower lip, then parted my mouth. I drew him in carefully, eyes stinging from the shame and strangeness of it.

“Good. More.”

I tried. My throat clenched at once, panic and memory rushing up together. He felt it. He withdrew before I could fail too visibly.

“Look at me.”

I did, startled, grateful and ashamed all at once.

“What is it?”

I forced the answer out. “I’m afraid of doing it wrong.”

“Because of what he said?”

I nodded.

Porter’s hand cupped my jaw.